Knee Deep

My boss and I were walking to a memorial service today when we came across a dip in the sidewalk that had apparently become the collection place for all the leaves in downtown:

no really: those are my knees

I was so delighted by that moment, by wading through such deep foliage in my work pants, that I made my boss stop whilst I documented it.

(if only I'd had the time to bury myself...)

Look Out Below

We're having crazy wind storms today.  Crazy.  Crazy to the point where I tried to ride my bike home, and less than a mile into the trip I pulled over and called Nathan to come get me, because it was just ridiculous.

Anyway, as a result of said crazy wind, this sort of thing (in varying degrees of size and scariness) was all over the place today:

ripped from yesterday's tree, actually

It made for a very nervous afternoon walk on my part.

Gradient

This tree is a staple on my afternoon walk, and it sure is looking gorgeous these days:

wish I could use PS Express to take out phone wires...

Brave Companions

they guard the gates of sleep

Dawn on Her Wings

Nathan and I took Isis for a walk down on the waterfront today, and afterwards we decided to extend it enough to finally check out the land bridge that we'd heard about (and driven beneath dozens of times) but had never actually explored.

it was pretty cool

The Triumphant Return

Today the pig got to go to the dog park for the first time in over six months.

it was pretty great

Patterns of the Fall

I'm posting two versions of the photo tonight, because even tho' I have a definite favorite insofar as "impactful images" go:

(spoiler: it's this one)

I still thought you should see what it actually looked like out there today:

(still pretty nice)

I took this shot during my daily afternoon walk, and I had to interrupt my mother's story to take it (I so often do- it's the only downside to using my phone as a camera), but I think she'll be pleased with the results.

Anyway, it's day six of NaNo, and I'm holding my own pretty well.  I love that I can tell a marked difference from five years ago in my ability to write huge swaths of words, to just let go of my inner editor and get it on the page.  Turns out the mental muscles for writing benefit from years of practice just as much as any physical muscle does.  It's nice.  And comforting.  Which is a pleasant sensation on a drizzly autumn day.